Making peace with the terms of oneself,
Understanding the confusion that
Boils inside you like soup,
Delicious, but unsatisfying.
Believing your self to be the hero
Of your own cowardly story,
Understanding your enemies are
Merely projections of yourself
Onto them.
Knowing death is always lurking
Around the corner.
Trusting life and vigor
Over murder and suicide.
editors note:
I’ll take a bubbling bowl of “life and vigor” over a tepid tureen of “murder and suicide” any day. – mh